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Ruined…Barnes Brothers news!

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So I’ve had a few people ask when the next Barnes Brother book will be out.  I don’t have a date, but I do have news.

Some of it is good.  There will be another title.

Some of it is…well…eh. Decide for yourself.

The next title will be Ruined, Sebestien’s story.  No release date yet.  For those who enjoy reading the series in ebook, hey…cool!  You’re all good.

Sadly…for those who enjoy it in print, well…um.

Crickets chirping.

It won’t be available in print. Probably not at all.  My print sales from Berkley are dropping pretty steadily.  They aren’t willing to put it in print.  It’s going to release from their digital imprint.  It will be at a lower price, so that’s good, right?

Hopefully, it will do well enough that I’ll be able to wrap up the series and write Travis’ book.  If not, well.  I dunno.

Here’s a short snippet of the story…


The low, monotonous beeping was annoying the fuck out of him.

It was almost as bad as the pain jabbing into his side.

It was even worse than whatever the hell that weird smell was.

It was almost like a…

His eyes flew open.

Brilliant white met him and he squinted.

“Hey, sunshine.  Welcome back.”

The sound of his oldest brother’s voice had him groaning.  Bright lights, Zane, headache.  Had he gotten drunk? Was he hungover?


“Mom?” he whispered.  Or tried.  His throat was so dry, he didn’t get a thing out.  Clearing his throat, he tried again, but the pathetic whisper was so soft, he barely heard it.

“Yes, honey. I’m here.”  A hand slid into his.  “We’re all here.”

“Who’s we?” he said.  “Where’s here?”

He tried to look around and realize he could only see with his right eye.  Something covered the entire left side of his face.  “What the…” he reached up, the movement uncoordinated and stiff.  He’d barely touched the covering when Zane caught his hand.  “Hold up, kid, okay?  You’ve gotta leave the bandage alone.”

He stilled. “Bandage?”

Zane’s face went taut.

Fear fluttered inside him.  He looked around, understanding dawning.  He was in the hospital.

“What’s going on?” he asked, forced to crane his head awkward so he could see everybody in the room.  All of his brothers, his sister-in-law Abby along with the two soon to be sisters-in-law Keelie and Ressa, his parents…and Marin.  Instinctively, he looked away from Marin. Since she seemed to be doing the same, he didn’t see the problem there.

Nobody answered.

“What’s going on?” he shouted.

“Baby, it’s going to be okay,” his mother said, her voice gentle.

He slammed his fist down.  She stilled.

Immediately, he regretted, and not just because it sent pain arcing through his side.


At Zach’s voice, he looked away from his mother’s averted face.


“You were out having dinner—you’d been with Monica,” his brother said in a low voice.  Low—intense.  “Do you remember?”

“Monica…” Closing his eyes, he struggled to do just that. Remember.  “She was going to kiss me.”

Clouds half hid the memory but as he focused, they started to lift.  “I…I didn’t really much care if she did.  Crazy…as much as I missed her.  I thought I’d do almost anything to get her back.”

“Do you remember what happened next?” Zach asked tautly.

Sebastien swept his gaze to his brother.

Pain sliced through him—his face, his side—as memory sharpened. Clarified.

“Hanson,” he rasped.

Clutching one hand in the sheets, he said, “Monica.  Is she…Did he…”

“She’s fine.”  Abby moved forward and covered his fisted hand.  “He didn’t hurt her, honey.  She’s fine.”

He sucked in a breath.  “Good.  Good.  So…everything’s okay, then, right?  I mean, I’ll heal up and…”

The awkward silence had his stomach tilting sideways, like he’d developed his very own Tilt A Whirl right inside his gut.

“What is it?” he asked.

“Hanson…” Zach looked away, his shoulders tight. “Hanson’s dead. And…”

Sebastien went cold.

Slowly, he flung his legs over the side of the bed.

When his father moved to his side, he waved him away.

Something jabbed in his arm and he scowled, staring at the IV tubing.  With deliberate thoroughness, he peeled back the tape and pulled out the needle, ignoring his parents and his brothers.

Blood dripped out as he rose and moved over to the mirror hanging over the sink.

A heavy bandage covered the left side of face, from the just under his hairline, down to the jawbone, a bizarre Phantom of the Opera—just no eyehole. He reached up and started to peel the tape away.

“Damn it, Sebastien, you’re bleeding all over the place and you’re going to rip the stitches out,” Zach snarled at him, moving up to grab his hands.

It was Zane who stopped him.

Zane who came up and helped with the tape.

Zane who took the discarded bandages and who used them to make a temporary one for the bloody place on his arm where the IV had been.

And Zane was the one standing there when Sebastien force himself to look at his face.

The scar ran from his forehead, just above the eyebrow, in jagged line, all the way down until it stopped about an inch away from the corner of his mouth. His eye was taped shut and when he tried to open it, instinctively, it hurt like a motherfucker.

Numbness settled inside him.

He would scar.

He didn’t even have to ask.

He would scar, period.

Turning away from the mirror, he looked at his family, from one brother to another and then at his parents.

“We need to get your arm looked at, Seb,” Zane said softly.

Sebastien looked down at it almost absently.  What the fuck did his arm matter?  He pulled away the wadded up bandage and immediately, blood started to well up, forming a fat bead before it started to roll down his forearm once more.

A soft sound caught his attention and he looked up, met Marin’s gaze.

She sucked in a soft breath and he looked away.

He was fucking ruined.


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Lori Foster/RAGT 2015… FYI! I’m not coming!

So… I’ve had some people talking about the RAGT…yep, it’s getting close!

Busted Shiloh WalkerFor the past ten years, I’ve been a regular at the reader event hosted by Lori Foster in Cincinnati in June.

Unfortunately, I’m not going to be attending this year and at this point, it’s unlikely I’ll attend future Reader/Author Get Togethers.  I had tons of fun at the events I did attend.  Please know, I’ll treasure the memories of each event!

For those who live in the southern states, I will be attending the Heart of Dixie luncheon on 6/13 where I will be trying not to freak out over Linda Howard and I have promised not to pelt Sylvia Day with various swag bits that area lying on my table.  No, I have never done that, no matter what people at NJRW might have said. alphas Shiloh Walker

Also…tix for the Heart of Dixie luncheon are still on sale. I’ll be signing some of my latest! Other reader events this year include the mass literacy signing at RWA in New York City in July (details to come) and I’ll be at Dragon*Con in Atlanta in September.

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Drastic Measures…reissuing next week!

Looking for some of my older books?

I’m working on getting them back out, slowly but surely.  Next up is DRASTIC MEASURES…

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This title has no new material added or anything, but if you didn’t catch it the first time around, it’s good time to do so.  Also, it’s only 0.99.

You can go ahead and preorder, too!

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Sometimes…a man has to take matters into his own hands.

Four years ago, Pamela James caught Ethan’s eye and he knew he had to have her. There were just a few obstacles. She was involved…very involved. And she seemed scared of him.

Now she’s engaged to his business partner and Ethan knows the man can’t make her happy, not to mention that the guy is playing fast and loose with her club. Now, with her wedding getting ever closer, Ethan is going to put it all on the line.

He’s the right man for her. All he has to do is make her see that.

If anybody would be interested in getting a PDF of the book and posting a review to their blog or on goodreads in the next couple of weeks, feel free to email me at shilohwalker2011 at  Thank you!

Other out of print books will be coming later in the summer and as time allows.


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For those who’ve served and left this life, and for those who’ve given their lives in service.

May everybody have a safe and happy Memorial Day!


Final Protocol…up for preorder

My first straight SF in…well…ever.  There is a romantic sub-plot, so for those who need some romance, and for those who think…ewww…yuck, romance…


“If you’re in the mood to watch, he might let you. After he’s done.”

I looked away from the couple to find Garner staring at me with his dark, dead eyes. “Watching isn’t really my thing, Garner.”

“No. You prefer to fuck my brother and try to play cunt-games with him.” He leaned in, the smell of synthetic garlic heavy on his breath. “The games don’t work. But it’s fun to watch you try.”

My gut rolled. Play with his brother. If only I had much choice in it. I’d stay on the other side of the galaxy if I had any say in the matter. But I didn’t mention that. If either of them had any idea just how deep my revulsion ran, it would become a tool, a weapon against me. Instead of showing how I felt, I reached up and touched a finger to his cheek. “You spend an awful lot of time worrying about the games I play with your brother, Garner… What’s the matter?” I leaned in closer and pressed my lips to his ear. “Are you jealous?”

Then I pushed around him and headed for the center of the dance floor.

You might think he’d have his offices in the back. Or down below the floor, in a dungeon, where monsters like him should rot.

But no. He kept his offices high above, and if I wanted in during business hours, I had to take the tube in the middle of the floor. Where he could see me coming.

Garner was right behind me.

I pretended not to notice.

It wasn’t that hard. If he were going to try and hurt me, he’d have had more of his men with him, and he would have done it outside.

That meant I had a bigger fear to concern myself with. I’d rather take pain over his other forms of keeping me in line. Pain was easy. The humiliations… Shudders gripped me, wrenched at me, even as I fought not to let Garner see any sign of what I was feeling.

No matter what he’d said to get me here, my handler wouldn’t just let me walk away from a job like that.

There would be a reckoning.

And if he wouldn’t take it in blood, he’d take it in flesh.

My body was already burning.

My soul was already screaming.

A hand came up behind me and shoved me into the tube and then Garner crowded in around me.

As it sucked us up into the air, I bowed my head, my hands braced on the smooth, clear ’stene surface.

I’d get through this.

I’d done it before.

I’d even do this job, I thought, just because doing it took me away from Jakor. Maybe this would be the last one. Maybe when it was done, I’d guide my transport into the nearest star and end it, swift and easy. Or I could just fuck with the wiring on my transport, dump the oxygen supply—I knew how to do that. I’d killed one of my targets that way once. It wasn’t a pleasant way to die, but I didn’t need pleasant. I just needed it done and final.

Anything to be away from here, forever.

The tube opened up and Garner slid past me.

I stepped outside and slowly lifted my head. Darkness greeted me. This…this wasn’t good. Heart hammering against my ribs, sweat trickling down between my breasts, my shoulder blades, a dull memory worked its way free. It was an old memory; more than a decade had passed since that day. The first time I truly remembered much of anything…including the man who awaited me somewhere in the darkness.

He owed me money. But he was too afraid to face me himself…so I’m taking you instead. You’ll have to serve in his stead…

And here I was. Still serving. Still trapped.

It would end when I made it end.

Twelve years. It was enough.

Yes. I’d do this final job, and then I’d find a way to end this. I’d either find that botanist, or I’d find my own end. Either way, I’d never return here, to this place, ever again.

A shimmer of gold moved in the darkness and I turned my head, saw him.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I managed to form words.

“Hello, Gold.”

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Check it out… Hot Alphas releases today!

Check out Hot Alphas…releasing today, four sexy stories…

FYI, my title is from my Secrets & Shadows series, the novella BURN FOR ME, so if you’ve read it, please be aware!

Four sexy short stories featuring four hot alpha heroes, headlined by #1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh.
In Erin’s Kiss by Lora Leigh, ex-Marine Turk has become Erin’s sworn protector. The target of her CIA-operative brother’s foes, Turk is the only port Erin has to cling to in a storm. He promised her brother long ago never to touch her–but how can he resist a woman who aches to be with him as much as he burns for her?

In misTaken by Laurelin McGee, Jaylene is an independent woman whose feminist values run deep. The last thing she wants is a man telling her what to do. Until she meets her mysterious new neighbor. He makes her realize that you can still be strong and relinquish control… in the bedroom. But as their passion consumes them, Jaylene isn’t sure he is who he says he is.

In Burn for Me by Shiloh Walker, Tate longs to spend his nights with Ali, a woman he’s loved for years. But while Ali’s heart aches for him, her head has reservations. Ali knows that Tate has unresolved anger that is a force to be reckoned with…but the heat that blazes between them is undeniable. Now both Tate and Ali are left to wonder: Can love really conquer all?

In Tangled by Kate Douglas, Nate shows up to work at Tangled Vineyards ready to do what he loves best–craft award-winning wines. But when something better comes in the form of Cassie, the winemaker and former owner, Nate is completely love-drunk. Getting involved with Tangled’s mixologist is a bad way to start off a new job, but with Cassie as a temptation, Nate doesn’t stand a chance.

* * * * *

She was done.

Staring into her pretty green eyes, while that pain tore into him again and again, only one thought managed to cut through that pain.

Like hell.

He closed his hands around her hips and  boosted her up onto the kitchen counter. “No,” he said, his voice gruff and ragged as he pushed her thighs apart and moved closer.  He slid one hand along up until he could palm her butt and then he yanked her against him and he watched the heat bloom in her eyes, felt the slow, subtle tremor that went through her.

Her skin went the color of a rose, low on her chest,  bared by the skinny-strapped shirt she wore and he knew if he pulled it away, that faint rush of color would go all the way down to her breasts.

“No,” he said again.  “This is more than friendship.”

The need to strip her clothes away, climb on top of her, feel her close around him was strong, grabbing him by the balls—she would feel it, he knew that.  He could show her just how much more this was.

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